Quotes About Inward

I was always inclined towards spiritualism but was afraid that I would become a sanyasin if I pursued it actively.

'Moonlight' has changed my life externally but also internally... spiritually as well.

It should not be expected that what is spiritual can be brought before the eyes, before the senses. It must be experienced inwardly and spiritually.

A man's attire is only an outward projection of his inward self.

Every man has within himself the entire human condition

Don't you believe that there is in man a deep so profound as to be hidden even to him in whom it is?

Temptations and occasions put nothing into a man, but only draw out what was in him before.

Where God's Spirit does not reign, there is no humility, and men ever swell with inward pride.

Quietude, which some men cannot abide because it reveals their inward poverty, is as a palace of cedar to the wise, for along its hallowed courts the King in his beauty deigns to walk.

Every man is received in heaven who receives heaven in himself while in the world, and he is excluded who does not.

Yes, there is a Divinity, one from which we must never turn aside for the guidance of our huge inward life and of the share we have as well in the life of all men. It is called the truth.

Depression starts slow.

We do not simply live in this universe. The universe lies within us.

Nothing comes from without; all things come from within - from the subconscious

I think we're all mysteries to ourselves.

I am a mystery to myself.

Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.

The best stories never end - they keep on going, inside you.

There is a spectacle more grand than the sea; it is heaven: there is a spectacle more grand than heaven; it is the inmost recesses of the soul.

There was a fire inside him that only a few people could see. She could see it though, it was like the fire inside her.

Speranta vine din inauntrul tau, iar dorintele sunt doar magie.

Belum lama aku mengenal dia, tapi ia hidup dan tumbuh di dalam diriku, begitu rupa hingga ia memanjangkan bayang-bayangku kemanapun mataku memandang. Ia telah jadi kewajibanku, nasibku.

She was given no immediate answer, she only knew that somewhere a door had opened inside her and that it would be impossible to close it from now on.

Her paintings formed a visual diary, an outward manifestation of her inward dialog that was, all too often, a scream of pain.